Most teens tend to do stupid things, and I certainly wasn’t an exception to the rule. My mistakes seem to bare down on me more than the usual person however. You see, my mistakes lead to a drunken car accident with the love of my young life at the time. A woman who will never be the same as she was 10 years ago.

We were young, and oh so dumb. I thought I was a hotshot driving my dad’s ’69 Camaro he let me borrow for my junior prom. He shouldn’t have put too much trust in me though. 8 beers later I thought I could handle it. Long story short, it wasn’t long until we were in the crumpled mess that was my father’s dream car. Lindsey’s (my girlfriend) prom dress covered in her own blood caused me to black out in fear, or maybe it was all the blood I was losing, it’s hard to tell though, the entire event remains in a suppressed blur.

I remembered the sirens. The blinding lights. The screaming police and paramedics. It haunts me. Lindsey and I were both torn from the wreck and stuck in separate ambulances and rushed away like luggage. Surely the last thing I remember was the mask covering my nose and mouth and an instant wave of exhaustion washing over me.